All I really need is a song in my heart, food in my belly, love in my family

Words of Wisdom from Raffi. 


One of the first things anyone will probably learn about me is that I work with children. Many are surprised to find out that yes, I enjoy my job! Currently, I work with babies but the center is open to children aged 6 weeks to 12 years. I spent my first years there supplying in all the different rooms and therefore find myself pretty familiar with each age groups and such. 
As an "early childhood educator" I often marvel at all the important lessons we teach children that we all too quickly forget as adults. Many of us, as teachers, spend our days saying things like, "Use your words!", "Hands are not for hitting", "Share with your friends!", yet many of us do not always live these practices. 


I will be the first to admit that I am guilty of this. While I can't remember the last time I hit someone... (or maybe I can and to that person I apologize once again) I do know that I do not always use my words and I do not always share with my friends. It can be hard to remember these things, even when I shout them 20 times a day. 


As adults we lose so much of what we knew as children. I guess thats called growing up. However, maybe we had a couple things right when we were young. Another thing that always strikes me as children is how freely they love. Especially children under the age of 5. When a child likes you they are rarely afraid to show it. Children also have this way of just picking the people they like. Its as if they just have a radar and know that your vibes will mesh well. I wish adults could do this. Instead we let silly things like jealousy interfere with getting to know someone or fear inhibit us from expressing our love. Once again, I am totally guilty of this, especially the former. 


I suppose this moral of this "story" is that maybe we should all let go of our "adult" tendencies and think like a child... even just for one day. 


I leave you with this, because it came on and caught my attention while writing this in Second Cup. It's a beauty cover of an already good song. If anyone can define what exactly a "wonderwall" is, please share! Enjoy? Thanks for reading.


*Ish
After all, you're my wonderwall